Sunday Evening Paper Boy

Red stripes and 
Meditations on a branch of lavender 
Trapped under a plastic lid 
Lattes that we could not locate 
Deep inside the cafe of a bookstore
Trapped in Sunday evening whispers 
That proscribe the melodies 
Of an erratic dream

Nowadays the aristocracy appropriates
The newsboy hat 
And I admire golden buttons  
Jutting out from your blue blazer
Stripped out of a private school

I can’t take this smoky reverie 
Drowning out the tomes of fresh 
Encyclopaedias and we are on the search 
For lavender mint lattes
On the tenth floor of an ersatz bookstore 
Resembling the Barnes and Noble in 
Manhattan’s Union Square

You were wedged between a luncheon 
And an evening’s family reunion 
Celebrating Easter colors
Overtaking North Pole blue 
Running to me promptly
Though it was already two 
Fingering my blue lace dress appearing
Only in a dream for you 
Synchronized in blues 
And appetite for old cartoons 
Resembling a perfect couple 
Like a locomotive fire
Burning energy into the vestiges of fumes 

I was on your arm and I could not 
Remember whether we’d acquired tea  
But you had to leave before 
I could tell you 
How I was